The enemy at once broke and, leaving their cannon behind them, continued their flight till they reached Pontorson.
In the meantime Marceau was advancing with his division by another road; and the Vendeans, hearing this, ceased their pursuit of Westermann's routed division and moved against him and, at four o'clock in the morning, attacked him when within a league of Dol.

A combat ensued that lasted for three hours.

The Vendeans then drew off, on learning that the division of Muller was on the point of joining that of Marceau.
Together these divisions could have forced their way into Dol, but Muller was hopelessly drunk and, being the senior officer, the greatest confusion arose and, had the Vendeans known what was taking place, they could have gained a decisive victory.
Marceau, seeing that he could do nothing to restore order, rode at full speed to Kleber's headquarters; and at daybreak the two generals arrived at the spot, and found the two divisions mingled in supreme disorder, the brigades and battalions being mixed up together.

Finding that nothing could be done with them, there, Kleber drew them off; their confusion being almost converted into a rout, by the fire of about a hundred Vendeans.

A council of war was held, and eighteen hundred men, with two guns, were sent to Pontorson to join Westermann's defeated division.
That general was ordered to advance again, at once, upon Dol.
Kleber opposed this, and the rest of the council coming at last to his opinion, orders were sent to Westermann to remain on the defensive, and await fresh orders.